I Almost Took Too Long To Say This

The mental warzone…

Obsidian like pools stared back at me
His face a mask of bewildered pain
As through his mental warzone
He’d journeyed so hard again.
And all that I could do for him
Was hold him very tight
To stop him self-inflicting
In his all too frequent fight.

And all the drugs that he’s prescribed
That he swallows every day
They cannot cure him of his ills
They keep it – just at bay.
I know what passes through that mind
And sadly, so does he
For when he looks in mirror-glass
All that he sees — is me!

Thoughts

The answer to almost everything can be found in better education. Open your eyes and really see the world through them.

Read too many books, not possible is it? Hear too much music, not likely either.

Always look for the good in people, but remember, sometimes you may have to delve quite deeply. Also remember that kindness is not entirely its own reward...we all have to eat. That's eat...not over-eat.

Try not to hurt people. You wouldn't like it would you!

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